Help The Aged

Went on an interview today. Part of me is glad, but a far greater part of me feels incredibly depressed by the prospect of going back to work. The hours, if I get it, would be 11:30 to 8, and 10:30 to 7 on Fridays in Rosedale, which is much farther from Hampden, but at those times, atleast I wouldn't hit traffic. I don't know. I feel like that scene in Trainspotting where Mark and Spud remark that you have to try on an interview, but don't try too hard, because you might get the fucking job. I feel like I looked so horrible and haggard this morning, puffy and that, and I can't understand it. Not drinking to excess, and getting plenty of sleep. Don't smoke much, I don't know what it is. Aging s one of my biggest fears. I felt rather like not wanting to venture out into the world and have people see me today. Sometimes, I think that people look at me rather oddly. It's all quite disconcerting. Managed to work myself into a funk today. Ate way too much, since there is food in my house. Last night, Nick came over and we made burgers from one of the recipes in his Burger Book. Had to make some purchases for the recipe, so now there is the remainder of a loaf of Italian bread and some eggs, so I made stuff to accompany those things. Did virtually nothing today. Saw a bit of an archeological dig in Flanders Fields on the Military Channel, then been online looking at Pulp videos, trying to hear something off of the new British Sea Power (with little success), and now listening to Maximo whilst typing. Trying to decide if I want to go out later. It gets dark so early now, it feels much later. It's terribly depressing. It's only half past 7 now, but it feels atleast 9:30.